Month: March 2013

Yesterday was an unusual Friday for me. Matt was off work for Good Friday, but I still had class. Since he was home, Tater Tot was able to stay home with him instead of being dragged out of bed at 8:30 am and thrown in the car. It was really nice. I slept until 8:30.… Continue reading A Beautiful Weekend So Far

My girl, Let me just tell you a thing or two about these “boys” you’re already mentioning. Boys are messy, and they don’t hang out with their Mamas enough sometimes. And sometimes boys have cooties. For example, Daddy is a boy and he has cooties. I’m almost 100% sure he does. Not only is… Continue reading Things You Might Have To Teach Your Husband

I despise folding clothes. I’ll pick up everything, separate it into piles, wash it all up, dry it, and then I want to be done, please. No? Is that not all there is to laundry? Well, until I run out of socks, that’s all there is to laundry in this house. That laundry you see… Continue reading Mama Confession #3

My child is blessed to have an ungodly amount of toys. (And her not playing with them is an even greater delight.) But on Monday her room was really pissing me off. Toys were everywhere to the extent that you could barely walk around in there. I totally blame her father. You see, I am an… Continue reading The Purge

There was a beer in my fridge right next to the juice! I can totally see your eyes rolling! But if certain family members came to my home and inspected my refrigerator, they would have been outraged! I average about one alcoholic beverage a year (and it’s definitely not beer), but I made beer dip… Continue reading Mama Confession #2

Dear Casey, You do so many little things that are so sweet, and I want to remember each and every one of them. But, you know how your Mama’s brain is. I forget everything. I hope I never forget the sweet smiles, the sassy attitude when you say “I love you,” and the way that you… Continue reading “Mama, Hand?”

My husband cracked me up on our drive back home from the mall yesterday. I noticed that he kept repeating the last few words of everything that I said to Casey. Finally, I asked him why he was doing that. Dear, sweet husband: “Because I’m the Assistant Coach.” Me: “Huh?” Husband: “You know, the Coach… Continue reading Coach and Assistant Coach